Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

they were both consumed by the magick of the place, and mona was relieved, proud, satisfied, to have piper at her side. she tensed, pausing, as a long dark shadow seemed to pass through the brush to their left. a trick of the night? or perhaps it was something more, a god of the glade, the yipping of the other foxes a tribute to their king.
silently she rushed after the shade, which seemed to glide rather than run; mona kept a respectable distance between herself and its aura, for who knew the violent magick held by deities? the forest began to thin, and soon the red woman found herself alongside the girl within a small clearing, where fireflies hovered quietly, and a pair of lantern-eyes glowed from across the way.